Page 40 of One Winter Knight
Me
Yeah… so about that…
Timotheé
Did you hook up with him? Do tell?
Me
Saoirse has hooked up with him. Many times. You know how her jobs keep getting interrupted? It’s been him. Every. Single. Time.
Timotheé
Isn’t he an alpha?
Me
He is. And… don’t tell her, but I see sparks.
Timotheé
If you start a pack with BroKen I’m coming to your mating party.
Me
You’re already there, Bitch. Miss it at your own peril.
But there is a hot alpha chemist who smells like pluots.
Timotheé
Nice. You have fun. Don’t get lost in the snow.
Taking a very long, hot shower, I put on some burgundy plaid pants and the matching burgundy pajama top. I left the matching pair I’d gotten for Saoirse on the bed.
I ordered the jersey and some new leggings. That would look cute with an oversized jersey. Yes. I wanted to be adorable for my hockey player. I’d make sure to get my nails done. Oooh, I should stop by Faun and get a bag that would match my jersey. I texted my sales associate pics so she could put something aside for me.
Yes, I’d be so cute he couldn’t stand it. I got a party outfit, too.
Putting on my fuzzy slippers, I padded down to the living room. The fire roared. There was a blanket on the couch. Not enough. I found the cupboard of linens and gathered up all the blankets. I also called housekeeping and asked for more.
Satisfied that we might have enough blankets for snuggling, I found Carlos, who was in the kitchen.
For a moment I watched him appreciatively as he whisked something on the stove. The air smelled like cinnamon and chocolate. Was he making homemade hot cocoa?
Wet hair stuck to his head. He wore a cream sweater with greenChristmas trees and green plaid flannel pants. Mmmm, so deliciously huggable. Even without him cooking.
While I was an accomplished cook, a partner cooking for me was a major turn-on.
“It’s almost done. Choose a movie?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” As I started looking for something to watch, housekeeping came and I piled all the blankets on the couch.
Oh, movie. Holiday movie? Old favorite? I decided on my favorite animated unicorn movie from my childhood, only it was in German. Perfect.
“You look adorable and cozy,” Carlos said as he carefully handed me a cup.
“What did you make me?” I asked. The brown drink was thick and smelled both sweet and spicy. A cinnamon stick poked out of the cup.
